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Monday, November 23, 2015

Softly falls the shiuli flowers

It was a warm sunny day when I first
arrived there; my aunt’s house, which would be my home for the next 10 months,
while I completed a course and contemplated on my academic future. I remember
that the clouds were scattered like white cotton candy over an azure blue sky and
the shiuli* flowers were strewn on the pebble laid garden path, their coral
stalks startling against the pristine white petals. Looking back, it was one of the best things that could have happened
to me at that point in my life My aunt,
uncle and cousin took me into their fold in such a seamless, organic manner,
that after a while I began to feel that I have always been part of the family.

My aunt took me under her wing, reprimanding me like a mother, giggling
with me like a friend, pampering me like an aunt and forging a bond that would
bind us forever, impregnable against the onslaught of time and distance. Eleven
in the morning, soon became the best part of my day. The neighbour aunty would
drop in and this would be our cue to gather in the living room. My aunt would
come in with big mugs of steaming ginger tea; mine would always be in the ceramic beige mug with little
blue flowers, the color of sapphire, printed all over it; that she had
specially bought for me. I loved
wrapping my fingers around its smooth surface, letting the soothing aroma of
the ginger spiked tea lull me into a sense of wellness, as I listened to the
lively conversation. Those 11 AM conversations helped me realize the
insignificance of my ‘problems’. It helped me steady my confused thoughts. This
ritual of devoting a small part of the day to enjoying a cup of tea with loved
ones, seemed to me a spring cleaning for the soul.

Uncle was never too busy or tired
after long day at work to plan fun trips and dinner at lovely restaurants. He
insisted that I get my driver’s licence, personally enrolling me in a driving
school. Together they slipped into the role of my parents and opened their home
and hearts, giving me readily and lovingly, the gift of their time.

Ten months flew by, peppered with
countless lovely meals, long conversations, trips with the family, impromptu
shopping sprees and memories to last a life time.

In my mind those wonderful ten
months are akin to the exotic shiuli flowers that lies strewn on my aunt’s
pebbled garden. The exquisite and delicate shiuli, which blooms at night and drop
off from the tree to the ground, as the first rays of dawn touch its petals.
The fragrant shiuli, that enjoys the privilege of being offered to the gods,
even when they lie on the ground. What a short but glorious life.

*Shiuli is the Bengali name for the
Night flowering jasmine, also known more commonly as the Parijat flowers in
Hindi and Pavizhamalli in Malayalam.

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"Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their body but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,which you cannot visit,not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you...
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